Blood Cast Light

Name: Blood Cast Light
Author: Xiaobai Story Meeting

by Xiaobai Story Meeting

ongoing Military WWII / Anti-Japanese War Male Lead

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79Kwords34chapters

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Ch. 34 — Sneaking on a Rainy Night

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About This Novel

A page of blood-stained diary travels through eighty years of time and space, revealing a story of redemption and inheritance written with life. In 1931, Zhang Xiaoman, a young boy on a snowy night in Shenyang, witnessed his parents being killed by Japanese bayonets and fled to the end of the world with a stagnant pocket watch. The flame of revenge was ignited in the dense forests of Northeast China. In 1937, Lin Shuqin, a female student in the dangerous city of Shanghai, gave up her bright future, woke up under the gunfire of Sihang Warehouse, and sneaked into the underground intelligence network. A blood-stained poetry collection was her only weapon and comfort. 1938 Tengxian Purgatory When the Sichuan Army platoon leader Zhao Tiezhu and his "straw shoe soldiers" defended the isolated city with their flesh and blood, he wrote his final diary dipped in blood. If China is not destroyed, my blood will not be cold! Pay it to your dying countryman. When Zhang Xiaoman detonated explosives on the railway line behind enemy lines, the flames illuminated the profile of Lin Shuqin delivering intelligence; when Zhao Tiezhu's diary was protected by his comrade "Little Sichuan" with his life, and was brought out of the hell on earth... The lives on three parallel lines, in different ways, jointly built the Great Wall of flesh and blood for the survival of the nation. In 2025, the 80th anniversary of victory, the descendants of the three ancestors gathered at Shenyang September 18th Memorial Monument Square. A 100-year-old veteran tremblingly held out a wooden box that had been treasured for a lifetime. The lid of the box is opened, and on the yellowed and fragile page, the words in blood that will never fade, amidst the wings of the dove of peace and the laughter of children, burst out a thundering question that travels through time and space: Do you remember whose flesh and blood the peace today was made of? This is a pursuit that spans centuries, a profound inquiry about sacrifice, memory and peace.